All the God-sized Fruit

The poem is a houseand in its rooms we shove stained coffee tables,spacious armoires, excessive buffetswe build carp pools in the basementwe line up mirrors to reflect other mirrorsand we grow strange and lovely creeping plantsin brittle terra cotta pots.They are heresometimes purely because it felt rightand years later, in another house,you see how that one plant led you there to this other place.

--from All the God-Sized Fruit

Shawna Lemay scrutinizes some of the best-known art masterpieces of the Western world, alerting her readers to the power and peril of seduction. All the God-sized Fruit melds the sister arts - poetry and painting - in a sensual exploration of history, forgery, and violation. In poems rich with sensory pleasure, Lemay explores the place where image and inspiration meet.